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At the time, two voices and an acoustic guitar stood out in the generally artificial, synthesized sound of late 1987 pop music.  During the brief time it was a hit, the opening lyric, "The time for talking's over now.  I guess it's time to let you go," always got my attention when soft rock stations played it.  The closing lyric about saying goodbye to one's sanity surprised me, but it took several listens before it sank in.  The tune is sung so pleasantly and matter-of-factly; in fact, it's difficult to remember that the scenario described isn't exactly a happy one.  Somehow, the breezy vocals make the situation seem more palatable in Bourgeois Tagg's "I Don't Mind At All."